Lost
Disclaimer: Duh.
By Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Thanks: W-chan and Lynz for beta'ing.
Chapter Seven: Decisions
Buruma's eyes were wide in shock as his mouth pressed firmly against hers. His fingers were digging into her shoulders almost painfully as he continued to kiss her, forcing her mouth open to accept it.
She didn't know what she should be feeling. Buruma sensed a sort of desperation from the cold, angry Saiyajin no Ouji. She could almost feel the absolute need, not really for her, but for the absence of the pain that he found himself in. She thought it might be confusing for one as cold and uncaring as he to actually weep over something he had not known he cared about in the least.
She suddenly pushed against his chest. Despite being concerned about him, she wasn't about to give into what he wanted. It was only comfort – an escape – that he was seeking. Not her. Although, she didn't think it would matter to her one way or the other. She still would not subject herself to having sex with a man she barely knew.
She pushed against him harder when he didn't even seem to feel her struggles, whimpering against his crushing mouth. 'Kami, let go! Vejiita, please, damn it, let me go!!'
Just as she was beginning to doubt he would ever release her, that he would in fact rape her just to achieve that escape, she found herself flung from the prince, hitting the controls behind her with a soft sound.
She stared at him wide-eyed, panting partly from fear and partly from lack of oxygen, her blue hair wild from her previous slumber. She watched as the dark prince seemed to struggle with himself. His black eyes were closed to her as his jaw clenched in time with his fists.
"…I apologize," he growled out between gritted teeth, turning so that his back was to her, his entire rock hard frame trembling with suppressed emotion. She suspected a lot of it was rage.
"Don't be," she finally got out, shaking her head and pulling herself to her feet. "I am sorry about your planet, Vejiita, but I will not subject myself to being your whore only for your comfort."
He didn't answer her, which was a bit surprising. She had expected a scathing retort to her sympathy. She frowned slightly as she stepped up behind him, with a healthy dose of fear as well. She felt the need to offer him something, although she would not give up her body. He was appealing in his dangerous appearance, but it was not enough.
"Vejiita, I'll be your friend, but I can't be more, alright?" she murmured to his back.
He snarled, turning around to face her, his cheeks still moist. "I do not need *friends*, fucking idiot! I do not want them, either!"
She recoiled automatically, her blue eyes narrowing. "Fine. I won't offer again!" she hissed, turning away from him and nearly throwing herself back to the chair in which they had slept moments before. She yanked the blanket over her, and forced her eyes closed. It was impossible to get privacy in the tiny cramped ship, but she could at least pretend to ignore the arrogant bastard.
Of course, the actual ignoring proved to be much more difficult. He didn't join her to return to sleep, for which she was grateful, but instead stayed where he was, practically radiating nearly blinding rage and grief and self-hatred. It was positively…
Heartbreaking.
She pulled her knees to her chest, forcing herself not to reach out to him, offer him sympathy and compassion. She knew… somehow, she knew that he would hate her for a very long time if she didn't let him be. For now, anyway. Maybe later… She could be his friend.
~~~
Vejiita snorted in disgust when he heard the faint snore coming from the human woman. Figures that someone as low-classed as she would snore like some common wench. Then again, what more could he ask from a worthless human?
He was definitely angry.
Angry with himself, with her, with his father, and most of all, with that damned Furiza. His entire planet was destroyed. Gone. In a second, everything he had looked forward to was gone. His throne, destroyed. His race was nearly extinct except for himself now.
It was almost like some sort of twisted nightmare. His entire planet was just wiped out. It was something he had never truly thought would happen. He had apparently underestimated Furiza's ruthlessness.
He growled softly and clenched his fists tightly against his sides. Glancing over to the sleeping human woman, he found himself suddenly envious of her. She could sleep, while his was often filled with memories, and now, after the destruction of his world, he knew it would only be worse. But the human woman hadn't seen her world's destruction. It probably wasn't even real to her yet. She had only been told about it, not seen it with her own eyes.
She was lucky.
She could sleep somewhat peacefully for now. He knew it wouldn't last, though. Whatever was to come for him – and for her – would be worse than what had already happened. Fighting Furiza alone would be damn near impossible, but he would do it.
What else was there left for him?
Perhaps it would be best if he just left her on some backwater planet. She'd be furious, of that he was certain, but did he *really* want to be gallivanting around the universe with some loud, lazy, human woman? He wasn't about to think about how damn distracting she was as well.
He grunted softly to himself, glaring at the blue hair that fell over the back of the ship's chair. Yes, he would leave her. As soon as he was presented with an opportunity, of course.
~~~
Stretching her legs out, Buruma slowly blinked open her blue eyes. At first, she was confused as to why she wasn't in her bed at home. The dull pain her neck obviously from sitting awkwardly in her sleep reinforced that fact. Where was she?
"About time, idiot," a gravely voice stated from behind her.
She rolled her eyes, not even bothering to reply to his surly attitude this morning. Or afternoon. Oh, hell, she had no idea what time it was out here. And she had conveniently forgotten her watch back on Vejiita-sei.
"Are humans always so lazy?"
Buruma repressed the urge to turn around and slap the idiot. He was starting a fight with her, and she was not about to rise to the occasion. She was tired of arguing with the bastard about anything and everything. She supposed he was simply very angry with everything – having one's home planet destroyed did tend to make one angry – but she wasn't about to let him yell at her simply because he was hurting.
She felt for him, she really did, but she was hurting too. She was not about to let him take it out on her like the selfish bastard he was.
"I am shocked, Onna. Have you been decided to keep that damn mouth of yours shut for once?"
She shot him an irritated glare. "Vejiita, shut the fuck up." She then stood and stretched fully, before moving towards the tiny compartment that served as a bathroom on this stinking ship. It wasn't even really a compartment. The compartment was a simple construct that she put up, for a little privacy. All that separated the 'bathroom' from the main part of the tiny ship was a thin blanket she had put up around it. It was sad. Saiyajin must not care if the warrior they were saddled with saw them use the bathroom facilities, but Buruma sure the hell did. She was not about to let Vejiita see her pee.
"We make planet fall in two days."
"Don't care," she muttered after doing her business, walking out of the 'bathroom.'
He snarled, and then turned his back to her, walking over to one of the control panels on the ship. She had no idea what he was doing, and she didn't much care. He was probably just pretending to look busy so that he wouldn't have to talk to her, or some such shit.
Whatever.
She yawned again, curling up in the chair. She had nothing else to do, so she might as well sleep until they reached their destination. And that's just what she did.
~~~
AN: *Yawns*
Lovies!
Disclaimer: Duh.
By Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Thanks: W-chan and Lynz for beta'ing.
Chapter Seven: Decisions
Buruma's eyes were wide in shock as his mouth pressed firmly against hers. His fingers were digging into her shoulders almost painfully as he continued to kiss her, forcing her mouth open to accept it.
She didn't know what she should be feeling. Buruma sensed a sort of desperation from the cold, angry Saiyajin no Ouji. She could almost feel the absolute need, not really for her, but for the absence of the pain that he found himself in. She thought it might be confusing for one as cold and uncaring as he to actually weep over something he had not known he cared about in the least.
She suddenly pushed against his chest. Despite being concerned about him, she wasn't about to give into what he wanted. It was only comfort – an escape – that he was seeking. Not her. Although, she didn't think it would matter to her one way or the other. She still would not subject herself to having sex with a man she barely knew.
She pushed against him harder when he didn't even seem to feel her struggles, whimpering against his crushing mouth. 'Kami, let go! Vejiita, please, damn it, let me go!!'
Just as she was beginning to doubt he would ever release her, that he would in fact rape her just to achieve that escape, she found herself flung from the prince, hitting the controls behind her with a soft sound.
She stared at him wide-eyed, panting partly from fear and partly from lack of oxygen, her blue hair wild from her previous slumber. She watched as the dark prince seemed to struggle with himself. His black eyes were closed to her as his jaw clenched in time with his fists.
"…I apologize," he growled out between gritted teeth, turning so that his back was to her, his entire rock hard frame trembling with suppressed emotion. She suspected a lot of it was rage.
"Don't be," she finally got out, shaking her head and pulling herself to her feet. "I am sorry about your planet, Vejiita, but I will not subject myself to being your whore only for your comfort."
He didn't answer her, which was a bit surprising. She had expected a scathing retort to her sympathy. She frowned slightly as she stepped up behind him, with a healthy dose of fear as well. She felt the need to offer him something, although she would not give up her body. He was appealing in his dangerous appearance, but it was not enough.
"Vejiita, I'll be your friend, but I can't be more, alright?" she murmured to his back.
He snarled, turning around to face her, his cheeks still moist. "I do not need *friends*, fucking idiot! I do not want them, either!"
She recoiled automatically, her blue eyes narrowing. "Fine. I won't offer again!" she hissed, turning away from him and nearly throwing herself back to the chair in which they had slept moments before. She yanked the blanket over her, and forced her eyes closed. It was impossible to get privacy in the tiny cramped ship, but she could at least pretend to ignore the arrogant bastard.
Of course, the actual ignoring proved to be much more difficult. He didn't join her to return to sleep, for which she was grateful, but instead stayed where he was, practically radiating nearly blinding rage and grief and self-hatred. It was positively…
Heartbreaking.
She pulled her knees to her chest, forcing herself not to reach out to him, offer him sympathy and compassion. She knew… somehow, she knew that he would hate her for a very long time if she didn't let him be. For now, anyway. Maybe later… She could be his friend.
~~~
Vejiita snorted in disgust when he heard the faint snore coming from the human woman. Figures that someone as low-classed as she would snore like some common wench. Then again, what more could he ask from a worthless human?
He was definitely angry.
Angry with himself, with her, with his father, and most of all, with that damned Furiza. His entire planet was destroyed. Gone. In a second, everything he had looked forward to was gone. His throne, destroyed. His race was nearly extinct except for himself now.
It was almost like some sort of twisted nightmare. His entire planet was just wiped out. It was something he had never truly thought would happen. He had apparently underestimated Furiza's ruthlessness.
He growled softly and clenched his fists tightly against his sides. Glancing over to the sleeping human woman, he found himself suddenly envious of her. She could sleep, while his was often filled with memories, and now, after the destruction of his world, he knew it would only be worse. But the human woman hadn't seen her world's destruction. It probably wasn't even real to her yet. She had only been told about it, not seen it with her own eyes.
She was lucky.
She could sleep somewhat peacefully for now. He knew it wouldn't last, though. Whatever was to come for him – and for her – would be worse than what had already happened. Fighting Furiza alone would be damn near impossible, but he would do it.
What else was there left for him?
Perhaps it would be best if he just left her on some backwater planet. She'd be furious, of that he was certain, but did he *really* want to be gallivanting around the universe with some loud, lazy, human woman? He wasn't about to think about how damn distracting she was as well.
He grunted softly to himself, glaring at the blue hair that fell over the back of the ship's chair. Yes, he would leave her. As soon as he was presented with an opportunity, of course.
~~~
Stretching her legs out, Buruma slowly blinked open her blue eyes. At first, she was confused as to why she wasn't in her bed at home. The dull pain her neck obviously from sitting awkwardly in her sleep reinforced that fact. Where was she?
"About time, idiot," a gravely voice stated from behind her.
She rolled her eyes, not even bothering to reply to his surly attitude this morning. Or afternoon. Oh, hell, she had no idea what time it was out here. And she had conveniently forgotten her watch back on Vejiita-sei.
"Are humans always so lazy?"
Buruma repressed the urge to turn around and slap the idiot. He was starting a fight with her, and she was not about to rise to the occasion. She was tired of arguing with the bastard about anything and everything. She supposed he was simply very angry with everything – having one's home planet destroyed did tend to make one angry – but she wasn't about to let him yell at her simply because he was hurting.
She felt for him, she really did, but she was hurting too. She was not about to let him take it out on her like the selfish bastard he was.
"I am shocked, Onna. Have you been decided to keep that damn mouth of yours shut for once?"
She shot him an irritated glare. "Vejiita, shut the fuck up." She then stood and stretched fully, before moving towards the tiny compartment that served as a bathroom on this stinking ship. It wasn't even really a compartment. The compartment was a simple construct that she put up, for a little privacy. All that separated the 'bathroom' from the main part of the tiny ship was a thin blanket she had put up around it. It was sad. Saiyajin must not care if the warrior they were saddled with saw them use the bathroom facilities, but Buruma sure the hell did. She was not about to let Vejiita see her pee.
"We make planet fall in two days."
"Don't care," she muttered after doing her business, walking out of the 'bathroom.'
He snarled, and then turned his back to her, walking over to one of the control panels on the ship. She had no idea what he was doing, and she didn't much care. He was probably just pretending to look busy so that he wouldn't have to talk to her, or some such shit.
Whatever.
She yawned again, curling up in the chair. She had nothing else to do, so she might as well sleep until they reached their destination. And that's just what she did.
~~~
AN: *Yawns*
Lovies!
